a feminist male college graduate reads “Twilight”: let it begin

Well internet friends, I’m about to embark on a strange and terrifying ordeal. It’s the end of the semester, things are busy, but even the Toni Morrison research paper and The Beacon story cannot fill all of the hours of my day. I find myself in need of something to read. K and N have both read Twilight, and both had mostly negative and even alarming things to say about it and its apparently not-so-subterranean anti-feminist ideology. I’ve avoided the book thus far, but at this point the two-front attraction of pop-culture affluence and the need to see just how bad it is have merged. Tonight, I’m going to start reading it, and, if I survive, I will be blogging about it as I go along.

It’s clear to me even before starting that I’m so not part of Stephenie Meyer’s authorial audience, being over the age of fourteen and in possession of functional male genitals (which should not imply that men with non-functioning genitals are part of the novel’s audience), so I hope that the following posts will offer something of an interesting perspective. But we’ll see. My expectation is that it will be painful, alarming, but hopefully not altogether unenjoyable, if only in a MST 3000 sort of way. Can a bajllion pubescent girls be wrong? We’ll see. Check back soon for updates as I work my way through the pop-culture touchstone.

As Dr. Jones Sr. said, “We are pilgrims in an unholy land.”